My demise is near
These feelings I feel ain't from this world
It's like I have gotten a step close to the next stage
I feel saggy around normals
Meer mortals make me feel sad
My grave site has been set
Im the one who wants this
Self-mental torture
The feeling of being a problem to everyone
If I tell you all that I feel
You may say his crazy
The real McCoy feelings
As original as they can come
I will take these feelings to the grave
Let live and let loose
You show know me when it's too late
But you show
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